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- The names of these three damsels were at once made known by themselves:
and being so exceedingly romantic, I cannot forbear particularizing
them. Upon my comrade’s arms, then, were hanging Night and Morning, in
the persons of Farnowar, or the Day-Born, and Earnoopoo, or the
Night-Born. She with the tresses was very appropriately styled
Marhar-Rarrar, the Wakeful, or Bright-Eyed.
By this time, the houses were emptied of the rest of their inmates—a
few old men and women, and several strapping young fellows rubbing
their eyes and yawning. All crowded round, putting questions as to
whence we came. Upon being informed of our acquaintance with Zeke, they
were delighted; and one of them recognized the boots worn by the
doctor. “Keekee (Zeke) maitai,” they cried, “nuee nuee hanna hanna
portarto”—(makes plenty of potatoes).
There was now a little friendly altercation as to who should have the
honour of entertaining the strangers. At last, a tall old gentleman, by
name Marharvai, with a bald head and white beard, took us each by the
hand, and led us into his dwelling. Once inside, Marharvai, pointing
about with his staff, was so obsequious in assuring us that his house
was ours that Long Ghost suggested he might as well hand over the deed.
It was drawing near noon; so after a light lunch of roasted breadfruit,
a few whiffs of a pipe, and some lively chatting, our host admonished
the company to lie down, and take the everlasting siesta. We complied;
and had a social nap all round.
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